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1、沉默的羔羊SilenceOfTheLambs t h e s i l e n c e o f t h e l a m b s screenplay byted tallybased on the novel bythomas harris2nd draftjuly 28, 11019notefor legal reasons, the names of threeof tom harriss characters have had tobe changed. it is my hope, and certainlytoms, that the original names can berest
2、ored in time for the making of thismovie.for the purposes of this draft, however,jack crawford has become ray campbell,frederick chilton has become herbertprentiss, and dr. hannibal lecter iscalled dr. gideon quinn.fade in: int. grubby hotel corridor - day (dimly lit) a womans face backs into shot,
3、her head resting against grimy wallpaper. she is tense, sweaty, wide-eyed with concentration. this is clarice starling - mid-20s, trim, very pretty. she wears kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker, khaki pants. her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap. a revolver, clutched in her right
4、hand, hovers by her ear. she raises a speedloader, in her left hand, locks it into her cylinder, twists and reloads. close on a guest room door, with a small, wired pack attached to its knob. suddenly, wish a sharp crack!, the knob explodes, and the door bursts open. with clarice - moving shot - as
5、she runs around a corner, through a cloud of smoke. she shoulders aside the shattered door and rushes inside, gun at the ready in both hands. cut to: int. hotel room - day clarices pov - moving - as she first sees, sitting on the edge of a bed - a female hostage. black, late 20s, gagged, hands behin
6、d her back. then, swivelling. she sees a startled male suspect - white, mid-20s - standing by a window with a rifle in his hands. he is turning towards her. clarice drops into a combat crouch, gun extended, and shouts. clarice freeze! fbi! clarices pov - slow motion - all natural sound suspended - a
7、s the suspect faces her with a strange, pleading expression. the rifle is rising in his hands, but oddly enough, it is held across his chest, not pointing. then another puzzling detail registers. the suspects hands are taped to his gun, away from the trigger; he couldnt use it even if he tried. sudd
8、enly we hear a metallic click, which reg- isters with unnatural amplification, as - clarice reacts, drops to the floor, rolling sideways, and - the hostage pulls a revolver out from behind her back, still in slow motion, raising it in her untied hands. she fires repeatedly, flames leaping from the m
9、uzzle; the sound is an echoing roar in these close quarters, but - clarice has come up on one knee, beside an armchair, and is already firing back herself, two quick shots, which send - the hostage pitching over the bed, backwards, to shudder and lie still in a haze of gunsmoke. clarice rushes to he
10、r, clamping one knee down on her gun hand, still keeping her covered in case of movement. hold for a few beats. then we hear the shrill blast of a whistle from somewhere, o.s., as normal action and sound are restored. brigham (o.s.) okay, people, good exercise. clarice relaxes, lowering her gun. the
11、 lights brighten. pulling back - we see that were in some sort of auditorium, with the hotel room and its corridor built as a training set. john brigham walks onto this set, thumbing a stopwatch. mid-40s, ex-marine. his t-shirts lettering says firearms instructor / fbi academy. brigham (contd.) star
12、lings reaction time was excellent. lets break. critique in five. a class of about forty young fbi trainees, of both sexes, be- gins to rise from their seats, mingling and chatting. clarice nods amiably to the suspect, then gives her hostage a hand up. its ardelia mapp, her roommate. her broad, cleve
13、r face breaks into a big smile, as they both remove ear plugs. clarices voice has just a soft trace of southern accent. ardelia damn, clarice, howd you make me? clarice (indicating her gun) never cock. just squeeze. ardelia (grins) i love it when you talk dirty. as brigham joins them, clarice cant r
14、esist a star pupils little smile of pride. he frowns good-naturedly. brigham whatre you laughin at, junior g-man? she got off four rounds to your two. he takes out a steel-coiled grip flexer, drops it onto her palm. brigham (contd.) one hundred reps, each hand, every day. now tidy up, the section ch
15、ief wants to see you. he nods a direction, then moves off. clarice, with her smile finally fading, looks out into the auditorium. special agent ray campbell sits on the top step of the aisle, looking down at her. he is 53, strongly built. he rises impassively, exits through the back door. he carries a think manila envelope unde
